when you've laughed as much
as you've breathed you've
realized how much life is beautiful.
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GO MAXY, ITSHA BIRTHDAY
WE'RE GUNNA PARTY LIKE ITSHA BIRTHDAY. <3
I have suffered immeasurable humiliation by having to lug Maxy's obscenely pink "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS" balloon to and fro from random place to random place. SHE SO OWES ME ONE.
Training rolls around, and (tadah) Maxy and I have, apparently, been shifted from t1s to k2s.
I push hard with Gill- and while we both agree that we have a long way to go- we both think that our glide feels good. And we WILL go far.
I suhwear we will.
And even if we go down, we'll go down fighting.
After training, I get into an unnatural high and start capering around and doing llama dances by the roadside. Nobody wants to llama dance with me. ): [Still, I conclude that this is only because I am a SPESHUL and UNIQUE person.]
[Also; llama dancing is a highly intensive sport, and is not easily mastered by the uninitiated.]
Maxy's birthday dinner was the shizzzzzzzz.
I never QUITE understood the full meaning of Brokebackdom until Bryan and Zile came along.
I never quite understood the meaning of "weird" in all its strange entirety.
(Zile and Bryan look suhkandeeloos.)
Zile: Bryan's face suck.
Cara: No, you mean Bryan's face SUCKS.
Zile: Bryan is not a girl.
Bryan: Oyyy. I am, okay.
Zile: Bryan has no ball.
Bryan: No. *attempts to correct Zile* ...I have no balls.
Emily: Hey Cara, whyncha bring Bryan to sleepover at your place with you and Maxy as well?
Cara: ...Puhlease. My mum'll be all, "Cara, I thought you said you were only bringing ONE girl to sleepover! ...Why're you bringing TWO?"
Bryan: *not witty enough to think of witty comeback* *unintelligible noise*
...And then the birthday girl slept over at my house (I'm sorry hun, I fell asleep before midnight and thus was unable to wish you an accurate happy birthday), and then we got up the next morning and headed to town.
Starbucks. <3>
Subsequently, we camwhored muchly and went back to Maxy's house and ate dinner and we are still here now. :]
I realize that I look very strange today. I look half-asleep in half of the photos that we took today. And half of the photos we took today...is a whole damn lot, squee.
(BUT WHATEVER. I have resigned myself to my unprettiness.)
Today somebody asked me why I almost never take photographs in colour.
I told her that I only do so because in sepia and black-and-white, everything looks different, somehow. You don't see tangible colours. You see emotions, and feelings, and poetry- and there's a light in faces that never quite struck you as pretty before.
In colour photography, life is vivid.
In sepia and black&white prints, life is immortalized.
Happy birthday, darling, it's been an ahmazing seven years.
<3